HYMN CX. Soma Pavamana.

1. O'ERPOWERING Vrtras, forward run to win great strength:

Thou speedest to subdue like one exacting debts.

2 In thee, effused, O Soma, we rejoice ourselves for great supremacy in fight.

Thou, Pavamana, enterest into mighty deeds,

3 O Pavamana, thou didst generate the Sun, and spread the moisture out with power,

Hasting to us with plenty vivified with milk.

4 Thou didst produce him, Deathless God mid mortal men for maintenance of Law and lovely Amrta:

Thou evermore hast moved making strength flow to us.

5 All round about hast thou with glory pierced for us as 'twere a never-failing well for men to drink,

Borne on thy way in fragments from the presser's arms.

6 Then, beautifully radiant, certain Heavenly Ones, have sung to him their kinship as they looked thereon,

And Savitar the God opens as 'twere a stall.

7 Soma, the men of old whose grass was trimmed addressed the hymn to thee for mighty strength and for renown:

So, Hero, urge us onward to heroic power.

8 They have drained forth from out the great depth of the sky the old primeval milk of heaven that claims the laud:

They lifted up their voice to Indra athis birth.

9 As long as thou, O Pavamana, art above this earth and heaven and all existence in thy might,

Thou standest like a Bull the chief amid the herd.

10 In the sheep's wool hath Soma Pavamana flowed, while they cleanse him, like a playful infant,

Indu with hundred powers and hundred currents.

11 Holy and sweet, while purified, this Indu flows on, a wave of pleasant taste, to Indra, -

Strength-winner, Treasure-finder, Life. bestower.

12 So flow thou on, subduing our assailants, chasing the demons hard to beencountered,

Well-armed and conquering our foes, O Soma.